October 06, 2008

It's a rough life, but somebody's gotta do it

Yesterday my husband was late for dinner, but for good reason. He had stopped to buy me birthday roses. The roses he bought cost him a little over $0.90. Not only that, but the man who sold them stripped all but three of the leaves from each stem with a special tool, pulled the bud-protectors from each bloom, blew the blooms open with his breath, one by one, and then wrapped the thorny bouquet with newspaper to protect Daniel's hands on the bike-ride home.

All for $0.90...

Now tell me that's not a perk. And this is supposed to be roughing it. Shooot.